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As the night deepened, the vegetable market gradually quieted down, with only the flickering police lights and the busy figures within the cordoned-off area breaking the night's tranquility. Su Mu and Ye Qiu stood aside, discussing the case in hushed tones.
"Based on the shape, depth of the wound, and the method of injury, it is highly likely that the weapon used by the murderer was a type of concealed dart. This weapon must have been meticulously crafted, with razor-sharp edges capable of easily piercing skin and muscle tissue.
What is even more terrifying is that this dart is coated with a potent poison. Once it strikes its target, the venom spreads rapidly, posing a lethal threat to the victim.
From these details, it is evident that the killer's technique is not only precise but also extremely ruthless!" Su Mu analyzed the situation with a grave expression, his deep-set eyes seeming to penetrate through layers of fog to uncover the truth hidden behind the case.
Meanwhile, Ye Qiu sat in front of a computer, fully focused on reviewing surveillance footage from around the market. He slowed down the footage to its lowest speed, examining it frame by frame, leaving no possible clue overlooked.
However, to his disappointment, although the cameras captured the scene at the time of the incident, factors such as angle and lighting prevented a clear view of the murderer's face.
All that could be seen was a blurry figure whose movements were exceptionally swift and agile, vanishing into the bustling crowd like a ghost after committing the crime.
Su Mu furrowed his brow tightly, deep lines forming on his forehead as if burdened with endless worry and doubt.
His gaze was profound and serious, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to scenes from the previous Wang Qiang case. In particular, he couldn't shake off the image of that mysterious figure in black who had appeared suddenly and disappeared just as quickly—a shadow that lingered in his mind.
"Ye Qiu, do you remember what happened with Wang Qiang?" Su Mu asked slowly, his voice low and serious.
Ye Qiu nodded in response. "Of course I remember; that case still hasn't been closed. The murderer is still out there acting recklessly and evading justice."
At this point, Su Mu's expression grew even heavier. He paused for a moment before continuing, "After careful thought and analysis, I strongly suspect that there may be intricate connections between this case's perpetrator and the mastermind behind Wang Qiang's incident." After saying this, his eyes sharpened as if he were trying to pierce through all the fog surrounding them to uncover the truth.
Ye Qiu felt a sudden jolt in his heart upon hearing this.
If Su Mu's speculation was true, then what seemed like an ordinary case might be hiding a massive conspiracy beneath it.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he replied, "Alright, Su Mu. I will report your important hypothesis to our superiors immediately and see if we can merge these two cases for a more in-depth investigation. Perhaps through this approach we can unveil the true nature behind this series of mysteries."
Just then, a hurried officer approached Ye Qiu at a brisk pace. Upon reaching him, he saluted before quickly reporting, "Ye Team! There's new information! We just found a note on the deceased." With that, he handed over a piece of paper he had been holding.
Ye Qiu took it with a serious expression and examined it closely. To his shock, written in bold red ink was a single word—"Sacrifice!"
"Ritual?" Su Mu murmured softly, glancing at Ye Qiu beside her. In that brief exchange of glances, they both caught a glimpse of deep shock and confusion reflected in each other's eyes.
What could this simple word "ritual" possibly mean? Could it be a special symbol used by some mysterious cult during bizarre ceremonies? Or perhaps it was a subtle hint left by the murderer to mislead the police investigation?
What initially seemed like an ordinary homicide suddenly became increasingly complex and enigmatic with the appearance of this note.
At that moment, both Su Mu and Ye Qiu realized that what lay before them was far more than just a cruel murderer. Within the endless darkness, there seemed to lurk a vast and elusive mystery waiting for them to unravel piece by piece...
As Su Mu saw the word "ritual," her mind instantly flashed back to a chilling medical incident from years ago involving Wang Qiang.
Back then, Wang Qiang was a prominent surgeon in the hospital, but an unexpected turn of events completely altered the trajectory of his life.
She recalled that he had been responsible for treating a patient who died under extraordinarily bizarre circumstances.
The patient's body exhibited a horrifying state: various organs appeared to have been eroded by some mysterious force, deteriorating in an extremely strange manner.
This terrifying sight shocked everyone involved in the autopsy. After a series of investigations and assessments, the tragedy was ultimately deemed a medical malpractice on Wang Qiang's part. Faced with such a conclusion, he had no way to defend himself, and his medical license was ruthlessly revoked.
From that moment on, Wang Qiang's life plummeted into despair. Everyone pointed fingers at him, convinced that it was his surgical error that led to the patient's tragic death.
Wang Qiang fell into a deep slump; he not only lost his former professional glory but also saw his mental state deteriorate, gradually becoming somewhat disoriented.
However, Su Mu had always believed there was more to this incident than met the eye. After all, the symptoms of that patient were so bizarre that they could not be explained by an ordinary medical accident.
Now, the gruesome death of this market vendor bore an uncanny resemblance to that of Wang Qiang's patient from years ago! Could there be some intricate connection between the two?
With this thought in mind, Su Mu furrowed her brow and turned to Ye Qiu with a serious expression. Lowering her voice, she said, "Ye Qiu, do you remember the medical incident involving Wang Qiang from years ago? I can't shake the feeling that what’s happening now is not so simple..."
Ye Qiu frowned. "Are you referring to the case where the patient was ultimately ruled as Wang Qiang's malpractice, leading to his license being revoked? I remember public opinion was quite harsh on him back then, and his mental state deteriorated afterward."
"Exactly," Su Mu replied, her tone heavy as if it could crush mountains. Her brow was tightly knit together, revealing deep concern and unease. "The circumstances surrounding that patient's death were too bizarre and chilling. Moreover, upon careful comparison, it is strikingly similar to today’s victim. I have ample reason to believe they both suffered from the same kind of extreme malevolent force."
Hearing these words, Ye Qiu felt a sudden jolt in her heart as memories surged back to her mind. She vividly recalled the scene when she first witnessed the death of that patient—the organs within the body had rapidly withered as if drained of life, the entire form twisted and deformed, the horror and strangeness of the death still sent chills down her spine. If there truly was a connection between these two cases, then the truth was likely to be far more intricate than anyone could imagine.
"So, what you mean is... someone deliberately used this Evil Magic to take lives and framed the innocent Wang Qiang for it?" Ye Qiu asked, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Su Mu nodded solemnly and said slowly, "Indeed. Based on the clues we currently have, that patient's death was no accident but rather a meticulously planned murder. Poor Wang Qiang was merely made a scapegoat by the unseen puppeteer behind it all.
As for today’s unfortunate victim, they are very likely to become the next sacrifice in this evil ritual."
"Sacrifice?" Ye Qiu unconsciously repeated the chilling word, feeling a bone-deep cold surge up her spine, quickly spreading throughout her body.
The mysterious note that had appeared with the ominous character for "sacrifice" written on it now seemed even more sinister in her eyes, as if it were heralding a horrific ritual that had already begun and was inching toward an unfathomable abyss.
"We must uncover the truth as quickly as possible!" Su Mu said firmly, his fists clenched. His gaze was sharp and penetrating, as if he could see through the thick fog of mystery. "If we don't solve this riddle in time, even more innocent lives may be harmed. And perhaps we can clear Wang Qiang's name."
Standing beside him, Ye Qiu furrowed her brow slightly. Taking a deep breath, she carefully tucked the mysterious note into her pocket. With a serious expression, she said, "Alright, there's no time to waste. I'll contact my colleagues who handled that medical incident and see if I can retrieve the case files for a thorough examination to find any overlooked key clues."
After saying this, neither of them spoke again, and silence enveloped them. The night breeze gently brushed past, bringing a chill that made them shiver involuntarily.
The lights above the market appeared dim, casting a hazy glow on their serious and anxious faces. The striking character for "sacrifice" loomed over them like an enormous black shadow, weighing heavily on their hearts.
It seemed to silently warn them that this impending investigation would be fraught with thorns and filled with unknown dangers and challenges ahead.
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